The Old Truman Brewery played host to 2019’s London Coffee Festival. The big guns were out in full force over the course of the weekend with espressos, teas, cocktails and flyers being dished out left, right and centre. Read how it all went down.

As part of #MoreThanABarber, Murdock have trained some of their staff in Mental Health First Aid, and are selling an exclusive CALM grooming kit. Decent. I went down to Murdock, camera in hand, to find out more and to recount my experiences of the barbershop environment. Featured in the shoot are Anthony Komodikis and Singh Gentry.

Vintage shopping is usually more miss than hit, but on the odd occasion, hidden amongst the relics, in a dimmed corner of a leather-scented wood-panelled store overrun with shadows, slogan wall hangings, rolls of film and films of dust, your gaze will stumble across the smallest spec of colour shying away behind the brown and green bombers.

Boys get sad, too. They get quiet. They allow themselves to become alienated. They isolate themselves. They say they hate themselves. They question their existence. They brush it off. They pick themselves up. They carry on.

As part of #MoreThanABarber, Murdock have trained some of their staff in Mental Health First Aid, and are selling an exclusive CALM grooming kit. Decent. I went down to Murdock, camera in hand, to find out more and to recount my experiences of the barbershop environment. Featured in the shoot are Anthony Komodikis and Singh Gentry.

Boys get sad, too. They get quiet. They allow themselves to become alienated. They isolate themselves. They say they hate themselves. They question their existence. They brush it off. They pick themselves up. They carry on.

What purpose does depression serve? What good does it do? Why does it have this particular effect? Why does it exist? What, ultimately, is depression anyway? Is it a personal experience that only you and you alone can truly understand? Or is it a blanket term for anyone going through a difficult time? I discuss why the conversation around depression is imperative to find our purpose.

At this point in time I am almost certainly the busiest I’ve ever been, and I’ve almost definitely got the least to show for it. Whereas in the past, my work was very much tangible, recently I’ve found myself running around like a headless chicken for 90% of my day and still have a full to-do list at the end of it.

As time goes by, it’s understandable to forget how much you’ve changed over the years. I never thought I’d get to the day where my first place to write, vent and exhale would be here—online—as opposed to my notepad. The added irony being, I opened the pad and wrote, “Sometimes you just need to write things down” and then immediately jumped on my laptop. There’s never enough time for writing these days, even though there’s no real time cap. We’re caught up in this perpetual rush fuelled by absolutely nothing but ourselves.